Hola mes amis! First of all, thank you for the questions, Torako-chan, German Sparkle Party, BritishEnglishFTW, Demon Piper, AshMeowsYaoi, UnstableFable, and Bururu. Well, did I mention that I might be updating for quite some time? I thought I mentioned it in all my stories. Oh well. I might not be updating for sometime. Going to miss you guys for the two weeks or more . Anyways, sorry for the long update. Enjoy! (And 3 more chapters before epilogue Hope you guys enjoyed this. I think I'll have a credits chapter too. Mentioning each and every reviewer and favoriter and alerter ^^)
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PS. A shout out to German Sparkle Party! If this is a real life situation, then try not to follow the advice. My dating advice usually sucks. Just a heads up.
"Welcome to Hidden Secrets, ladies and gentlemen! It's a beautiful night and we're ready with more questions for our great nations! So, please put your hands together for…the Hetalians!" There was wild cheering from the crowd as Alan Baker waved at the crowd, smiling brightly and dressed in his usual button down and jeans. His blond hair was slicked into spikes and he was waving enthusiastically at the crowd. The camera swiveled to the nations, showing the crowd the nations. England and France looked haggard, a light dusting of stubble across England's jaw and his hair wilder than usual. France had a weary but satisfied look on his face, his stubble a bit more pronounced than usual. The rest of the nations were casting the two Europeans suspicious glances. Especially Canada and America. Alan took his usual seat and lounged on it comfortably, studying all the nations before smiling another bright grin.
"Had a good night?" he teased France, chuckling at the slightly mortified look on England's look. Francis grinned.
"Mais oui, Alan. It was tres magnifique, if I do say so myself."
"Shut up, will you frog? I'd rather not beat you up right now."
Alan raised his hands in a show of surrender before turning to the camera.
"Right, well, lets not bother the old any more (cue snickers from America and growls from France and England), and get on with our first letter!
Hey everyone thanks for answering my questions, again.
Austria and Prussia, you guys are a couple, right? What do you love about each other and how do you express that love?
Canada, have you heard of the band Rush? They're my favorite band, and they're from your house.
Sincerely,
Torako-chan
And how are you going to answer that?"
Austria flushed and sputtered, gesturing wildly at himself and Prussia.
"Ve are not a couple!" he finally exclaimed. The Prussian snorted.
"You keep telling yourself that, Roddy. Ve know you love me."
"I do not- the atrociousness! Ve aren't-"
"Relax, Specs. Honestly, denial isn't just a river in Egypt."
Austria paused, blinking before glaring at the albino again.
"Gilbert? Shut up. You irritate me too much."
"What, now I'm a rash?"
France looked at their bickering with amusement before turning to the camera and winking.
"Zey just 'ave a lot of unresolved sexual tension, much like Angleterre and I," he said conspirationally, winding an arm around England, who had fallen asleep. At the arm around his shoulder, the Englishman jolted awake and tried to shrug it off before groaning and giving up. Italy watched Prussia and Austria with curiosity, glancing back at Germany and poking him repeatedly on the shoulder.
"Ve, Germany? What's sexual tension?" he asked. From the other couch France perked up and opened his mouth before England clapped a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Germany flushed and tried to ignore the question, making Italy pout and turn to japan for an answer. Canada cleared his throat, attracting Russia's attention to him before he looked at the camera.
"Yes, I've heard of the band Rush. They're one of my favorites," he said as loudly as he could, straining to be heard over the shouting going on. And the kissing that France and England were indulging in. Russia suddenly brought his pipe down on the floor, making everyone pause and look at him.
"Everyone shut up, da? Or I will have to break your skulls open with my bare hands." He smiled and returned his gaze to Alan. The host shivered slightly before forcing a smile and looking at the letters.
"Right. Um, next letter then.
Hi im backkkk! (hungary I need u to teach me in the ways of yaoi!) Ehem. Anyways I have a few questions.
hay Germany! I wanted to ask, I wonder if Italy ever topped you? Don't lie dammit! Oh and Germany shove france and Britain in the closet real quick
America I have a suggestion, now that France and his cher are in the closet its time for u to win Mattie over! (use ur American charms!)
Hi Canada technically America isn't your blood brother sooooo this time u have to kiss him! :D
Love,
AshMeowsYaoi
Guys?"
Germany first proceeded to shove France and England into a closet, slightly worried when they didn't fight and let themselves be shoved into the cramped closet in the backstage. Then he walked back out and sat on the couch again, reanalyzing the first question and flushing.
"Um, maybe once or tvice," he admitted, looking away. Italy bounced eagerly.
"Si! It was very fun! And Germany even let me use a riding crop on him!" he said with a bright smile. (Somewhere in South Italy, Romano glared at the sky. "You potato bastard! Running my brother's innocence! I will find you and kill you!")
Alan groaned. "Not too descriptive please."
America grinned, rubbing his hands together gleefully before turning to Matthew.
"Right Mattie, you heard the writer. Come here," he said, lunging for his brother and attempted to kiss him. Canada squirmed in his grip and yelped, squeezing his eyes shut and flushing as Alfred leaned forward and…
…Planted a tiny kiss on his nose.
"You look so adorable like that, Mattie!" he practically squealed. Canada opened n eye warily and then abruptly pushed his brother away, sitting down again and trying not to hyperventilate. Alan cleared his throat, gesturing for Germany to call England and France back. He opened the closet door and both the older nations walked out, Arthur pulling his shirt on and France making sure his hair was okay. They both had lazy smirks on their faces. Germany really didn't want to know what had happened in there.
"Right, now that you're back we can go to the next letter.
This is for America! America, I have an OC, Madagascar who has a HUGE crush on you! In fact, kiss her! And you're more awesome than Prussia! No matter what, you're awesome man!
:D
P.S Here's a picture of her!
Love,
Chinese girl 50
Well?"
America took the picture and studied it before looking at the camera.
"Where can I find her? I haven't seen Madagascar before. Does she exist?" He paused and pulled out a map of America before frowning at it. "Nope, she's not here!"
"That's because what you have is a map of America, not the whole world," snapped England, rolling his eyes. America pouted but put the picture away safely.
Alan rolled his eyes
"And our last letter for the day!
Hey guys! So I have an issue and I would like all of your opinions and advice on it. So I've been going out with a guy for a while right? But we never see each other outside of school and it really depresses me. He is busy some of the time, but not always, and he never calls me either. I love him a lot but I really don't know what to do about it. I'm really afraid to talk to him about it lest he get insulted by me saying that. I don't know what to do! I really want all your opinions on what to do (especially France).
Yours,
German Sparkle Party.
Any advice?"
All the nations frowned thoughtfully.
"You should tell him outright. After all, many men aren't subtle. They von't get the hint," mused Austria.
"Yes, you should tell him how you feel about it. Has he said he loves you? Why isn't he going out with you outside of school? Is he…I don't know, hiding something? How long has this ben going on?" asked England, looking almost like a mother for a second. A mother who was about to kick someone's behind all the way to Russia. France had a curios look on his face.
"I 'ope it 'as not been going on for a long time, cherie. I really don't want to here zat you 'ave broken up wiz 'im. It would be tellement depressing for me," he said, looking a bit upset. "'ave you tried planning a date for 'im on a weekend? Does 'e outright refuse you? If 'e does zen maybe you might want to zink again."
There was a short silence before Alan turned to the camera.
"Well, I hoped that helped, German Sparkle Party. Now, we're continuing with our audience members! And our first one is….UnstableFable!" he said cheerily. The girl smiled, waving.
"Hi! Thanks for, um, answering my question…despite how vaguely. And I would love to meet some of you friends and have a tea party with biscuits!" she said to England. He nodded brightly. She smiled back and cleared her throat. "A-anyway umm...this may sound weird but I don't actually have a question. You see some foreign post man guy gave these to me and said I was suppose to read it out for Russia. A-anyway it says...
"Where are you big brother? I am looking for you"
And the next one says...
"Big brother why are you hiding from me?"
"Big brother, I have discovered where you are do not think you can hide from me much longer"
...And the last one says...
"Big brother, aren't you so happy we are together again? No you only have to-"
Marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me, marry me x12."
Russia got a strangely depressed look on his face.
"So…weird. Belarus is so weird…" he said, slouching on the couch. England looked rather worried at the depressed look. UnstableFable looked like she wanted to ask why but she restrained herself, sitting down again. Alan looked away uneasily.
"Right, well, um, next member then." The light flashed and swirled before settling on Chinese brunette. She blinked before standing up, taking the mic and smiling.
"Hello, I'm so happy to finally be in the crowd and see you all! Anyways, I'm sorry that I don't speak or write proper English but that's the way I've been taught all my life. I'm working on acquiring an Estuary dialect, wish me luck England!" she said. There was an expectant pause as England eyed her before smiling.
"BritishEnglishFTW?" he asked. BritishEnglishFTW smiled, nodding. England gave her a pleased look.
"So, my friend's brother and I had a bit of a 'heritage fight' with him. I have Italian heritage, to which he says I'm weak, but I was quick to remind the Greek boy that the Romans defeated the Greeks. We're not weak, Italy!" said the girl with a proud look.
Italy bounced and cheered. Germany rolled his eyes.
"Then he insulted the British Empire, the nerve! Why, I would have reminded the Spanish boy that the British defeated the so-called invincible Spanish Armada! But I didn't want to get too brutal. But the second I said I was Ukrainian he backed off... I suppose because of their relation with Russia and Belarus. Also, Britain, how do you feel about hosting the Summer Olympics this year? I wish I could go, I've always dreamed of visiting England. I've never left America. I've always wanted to go to England or France. My mother went to the Louvre once, and she told be it's beautiful."
France nodded and sighed, thinking about his own country.
"Oui, it is tres magnifique, if I do say so myself. I would invite you to come wiz me on a tour of France. You would love it," he said dreamily. England elbowed him and turned his gaze to the brunette, smiling.
"I'm rather proud to be hosting the Olympics. I always enjoyed them and we've got everything almost ready. You should really get out of America and come visit Britain sometime. I have to say, even my brother's places aren't all that bad." BritishEnglishFTW smiled and the continued.
"Oh, by the way. Germany and Prussia? You MUST invite me over for Oktoberfest," she remarked. Both the German nations looked at her then shrugged. England looked a bit concerned, thinking about all the beer.
"And Austria? I'm so happy that people still hold respect for proper music. Finally: France? All my friends are getting mad at me for having "French moments". Please help. How do I hold back my comments on the more romantic side of things?"
France snorted.
"Don't let zem stop you, Cherie. I never did. Hmph. It is zeir problem if zey cannot see ze romance everywhere."
"Really Francis? I'm a romantic too, but you don't see making random romantic comments all the time."
"You are different, cher. But you can be really sappy when you want to."
"Oh, belt up."
BritishEnglishFTW chuckled and sat down, giving a slight wave. The light whirred around again while Alan looked eagerly for the person to be chosen.
"Bururu!" greeted Alan. The girl nodded at him and waved at the nations.
"Hi again! So, I've got some questions. America and England, how do you feel about the failure of the American Revolution? And Britain and France, how do you feel about Britain getting conquered by France, leaving America to become "Britannia" and conquer 1/3 of the Earth?"
England, France and America paused to think this over. Finally England spoke first, hesitatingly.
"Well, I would be happy if I had America stayed with me. But I think him leaving was a good thing."
"And I don't zink I would be able to conquer Angleterre. But if I could, zen I might be a bit more arrogant zan I am now. And I would definitely be glad zat I 'ad 'im all to myself. But I guess what 'appened to us is better."
America let out a snort before grinning.
"Dude, if I could seriously conquer that much of the world then I would be awesome! I would be so totally cool!" said the American enthusiastically. England rolled his eyes.
"No, you wouldn't. And then I would team up with the frog to beat you. Someone would have to."
America pouted but returned his gaze to Bururu. She shrugged then asked her last question.
"What are your favorite songs? Mine is "Story of Evil"."
England had no problem in answering.
"Candle in the wind, by Elton John," he said instantly, smiling. France rolled his eyes.
"You and your singers. Hmmm, mine would be… Avec le temps, by Leo Ferre," he said.
"Raindrops, by Chopin," said Austria. Prussia cackled.
"My national anthem!"
"Unrockbar," said Germany with a smirk. England looked at him with slight approval.
"I liked that one too. Very good."
"I like Caruso, ve!" exclaimed Italy with a cheerful grin.
"Twilight Zone," mumbled Canada. America was going on about how all of his singers were awesome. Alan interrupted them with a loud shout. They all tuned to him abruptly.
"Good. Now that you all are listening, I would like to tell you that we have to advance with the show or we'll be sitting here all night. So, onto our next member!"
The lights flashed and settled on a girl with blue eyes and curiously green-black hair. She lit up and took the mic, waving at the nations.
"Hello. I'm TheQuestionThatRemains! I just wanted to say, England, you're an awesome pirate! And Prussia, your eyes are a-freaking-mazing! My question is to Russia. Russia, do you have a romantic interest in anyone? And if so, would you marry him or her?"
The Russian man blinked and thought about it before humming.
"China is a good comrade. He will become one with me, da?" here he paused and looked at the camera. (Somewhere in the world, China shuddered).
"Um, okay," said TheQuestionThatRemains, looking a bit creeped out as she sat down. Alan sighed and looked around.
"And for our last member!" The light settled on a brunette with glasses. She jumped with an excited whoop, punching the air victoriously and grabbing the mic.
"Hey! I'm chipsivanna! I'm so excited to meet you all! Anyways, I've got questions! First for Germany! Germany, why is a pillow considered a passive weapon in your house?"
Germany blinked and frowned slightly before thinking back. [What I am writing next is not true. ^^]
"I think that one of my leader was killed by being suffocated with a pillow," he said seriously. There was silence for a second before Prussia broke out into snickers. Germany huffed and looked away, ignoring his brother's snickers. chipsinvanna blinked before going to her next question.
"Um, okay… America, what do you think about the song America Idiot by Greenday?"
America frowned.
"I don't like the song very much. It offends me," he said, scowling slightly.
"Right. Well, my last question is to Canada. Canada, I'm going to say a word and you have to say the first thing that comes to mind. Ready? Okay, first word: ducks."
"Doctor," replied the Canadian.
"Chocolate?"
"Vash."
"Hats?"
"Bowler."
"K-Pop?"
"Korea."
"Sharpeners?"
"Crayon." [IN French for pencil]
"Football?"
"American or not?"
"Stars?"
"Alfred."
"Dogs?"
"Collie."
"Cats?"
"England."
"Screaming moms?"
"Definitely England."
"Mexico?"
"Texas."
"And lastly, headphones?"
"Prussia."
Chipsivanna chuckled and sat down. Alan stood up.
"Well, now that was refreshing. Anyways, thank you all for coming, and I hope you enjoyed this episode. Only three more episodes though, people, and then we're done with the season. I'll see you next time! Good night folks!"
The lights dimmed, the jazzy music came on and Alan turned to the nations. France was dragging England over to the closet, America was trying to cuddle Matthew, Prussia was irritating Roderich, Ludwig was dragging Italy and Russia was talking to japan. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, chuckling wearily before moving to go back to his room. Hungary joined him.
"Can I be your partner for next season?"
"I don't know if I'll be hosting it."
"Sad. Yaoi?"
"Hmmm, sure. But I get to pick."
"Alright."
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